We stood there in the hot sun for at least half an hour, listening to Madam Hooch drone on and on about the logistics of Quidditch. Bugs were swarming around our heads, buzzing in our ears and driving us mad. James and Sirius, who already knew how to play Quidditch, were swatting at the bugs and trying to catch them. I reckon James actually caught one once, but it's guts splattered all over his hands. Sirius was laughing hysterically about this when we heard:
"Excuse me, Mr. Black, is there a problem?"
"Um-pfft-no Madam Hooch," Sirius said, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Then why don't you explain the importance of being the team to catch the Snitch?" she said, her hawk-like eyes boring into Sirius.
"Well if you catch it, the games over and you get extra points! So you almost always win!" Sirius said, feeling so proud of himself, looking at James and smirking.
"How many extra points?" Madam Hooch asked, trying to catch him not listening.
"Um… well… you see…" Sirius trailed off, obviously not knowing the answer to the question.
"The answer is 150, Mr. Black. And you will be spending your evenings with me for a week," she said.
"Huh?" Sirius asked, with a fake look of confusion upon his face.
"Detention, Mr. Black," Madam Hooch explained.
"Oooh … sorry mate," James whispered.
"Don't push me Mr. Potter," Madam Hooch warned. "Now, if you all are going to open your ears and listen, I will continue on."
Sirius didn't talk much after he had been given detention. Madam Hooch finished up her speech then divided us up into six teams. Unfortunately, me and my friends were split up and put on different teams. We had to play a mock game of Quidditch with another team. I had been put into a group with the boys who had been bullying Remus earlier. They gave me such dirty looks.
So everyone grabbed a broom, and began to play. My team had decided that I was a chaser. I didn't know what that was, since I hadn't listened to Madam Hooch's speech.
"Um… Can you explain what that is again?" I asked the team "captain." It was really just some kid who thought he knew everything there was to know about Quidditch.
"Ugh. For the last time, you take the Quaffle down the pitch and try to get it past the keeper and into one of the goal posts," he explained, looking very annoyed.
"Yeah… right. Sorry, I forgot," I said, looking away because I knew I was blushing. This was so embarrassing…
"Just remember, please!" he said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. I will," I muttered, mounting my broom, about to take off.
"Hey! That's not the right-" I heard the captain exclaim. But too late, I had already sped off backwards and landed on my butt, the broom yards away from me.
"-way," the captain finished. "Nymphadora…"
"Ow!" I yelled. I had landed on my butt hard. "Ouch.."
"She is going to be the death of us…" another kid whispered to the captain.
"I know. Lets just try not to pass to her or anything.." the captain whispered back.
"I'm fine! Thanks for asking!" I yelled, getting up and brushing myself off.
"Oh! Sorry!" the captain called back.
I walked over to where the captain and the other boy stood and looked between them.
"What's your name again?" I asked.
"Um.. Andrew," the captain said.
"Micheal," the other boy said.
"Uh huh…" I said, stalking off to retrieve my broom.
"Don't call me that."
"Sorry… But you have to mount it the other way," the captain finished.
"Oh I get it…" I said, mounting the right way and taking off. I was a little shaky once I got into the air, but I didn't fall. Then the mock game began.
I pretty much stayed in the same spot the whole first half of the game. No one passed to me, no one dodged me, and no one noticed me. I stood there stationary, watching the rest of the boys do their thing. And I was perfectly happy with that.
Then, someone threw the Quaffle at me, and by some luck, I caught it.
"FLY TONKS!" yelled Andrew. No one had been around me when I caught it and my shot at the goal post was almost direct. "COMMON! YOU CAN DO IT!"
I sped off towards the goal post, barely staying on my broom. I had almost done it when:
I felt something like a train ram into me from the right and I fell off my broom, going down, down, down.
I hit the ground and heard a sickening crack. My wrist felt like it was on fire. \
"OWWW! BLOODY HELL!" I screamed.
"Tonks!" I heard someone yell.
"Madam Hooch! Nymphadora's hurt!" I heard Andrew yell.
I heard Madam Hooch blow her whistle and everyone stopped playing.
"Nymphadora! Are you okay?" I heard her say as she knelt down next to me.
"Ow! No! I think my wrist is broken! Owwww!" I said, my eyes blurring up with tears.
"Tonks!" I heard Sirius yell. "Get out of my way! She's my friend!"
James, Sirius, and Remus pushed their way to the front of the group of people surrounding me and Madam Hooch.
"Oh my God…" I heard James mutter. "Oh… I can't look."
"Me either!" I heard Sirius exclaim as he and James turned to look away.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked, mortified at why they couldn't look at me. I looked down at my broken wrist and got my answer.
It was completely broken in half, snapped in two. The whole wrist had a sickly greenish-blueish color to it. It just hung there, limply attached to my arm.
"Oh my God…" I muttered. Then I turned to my right and threw up.
"Oh… oh dear," Madam Hooch said, looking away. "Um… she needs to be taken to the Hospital Wing immediately."
"I'll do it," I heard a soft voice say.
"Lupin's your name right?" Madam Hooch inquired.
"Yes ma'am," Remus replied, crouching down next to me.
"Very well… Help her up to the castle," Madam Hooch said, helping me into Remus's arms. "Be very careful."
"I promise I will," Remus said, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Well off you go," Madam Hooch said. "Make sure she is looked at."
"Of course," Remus said, and we started back up the lawn towards the castle.
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